Your leg jumps, up and down, up and down,
I know your nervous, I am too,
but your jumping leg is driving me insane.
The door opens, she walks in,
her face shows us nothing,
keeping us in suspense.
In her hands she has a file,
THE FILE,
the file that will change our lives.
It seems innocent enough,
a normal, simple manila file.
Slightly turned up edges,
where you can see people have opened and closed it,
perhaps that is a bad sign?
A slight tear in the upper right corner,
a slight crease,
where someone bent it back too far.
I feel the folder stealing my breath,
as the woman sets it gently on the table in front of her.
She sits behind it,
adjusts it so that it faces her directly,
my heart is ready to explode as it is opened.
"We have reviewed your file..."
My heart stops.
Time stops,
you stop moving you leg,
no sounds spins through the room,
as we wait for her next words,
"and we think you are perfect candidates."
My head buzzes,
as you grab my hand,
a smile breaks out on your face,
I stare at that folder,
waiting....
Its not done,
holding my life in it's thin paper grasp.
"We normally have a waiting period,
but we received a new born..."
I don't hear the rest,
not about how she is from Mongolia,
or how her mother was sick.
I only see the file,
spitting out a picture,
a photo,
of a beautiful little girl,
who starting next week will be coming home with me,
with us,
and I begin to breath again.